“It’s not that, I do want you to be here. It is embarrassing and somewhat childish actually. I was thinking you looked kind of like a big teddy be...r, and I started thinking about my teddy bear at home. I used to sleep with him every night, and he still sits on my bed. Like I said, it’s somewhat childish.”“I don’t think so darlin,” he said as he wiped away my tears. “We all keep mementos of our childhood around as we grow up. I still have the blanket one of the retired ponies made me over fifty. Me: Chaddi hogi bhi toh ghanta farq padta hai.Main turant mummy ki saree upar kiya aur uske mote mote gadraye gol chuttado ko sehlaane laga. Uski gaand tamatar ke jaisa tight thi. Main gaand ka upar thuk kar apne haathon se malne laga.Mummy: Aaaah, ache se nichod beta. Kasam se gaand ki ek ek muscle maza le rahi hai.Main halki se ek thappad mummy ke chuttad mein jad di.Mummy: Sale randi ki aulaad, behenchod bhadua harami. Itni zor se kyun mara?Me: Raand ki izzat aise hi karte hai mummy. (smile. I hung up and threw the phone on the passenger seat.This was an emergency, I felt, so pulled off onto the hard shoulder. I took the phone that was ringing again, walked up to the corrugated road barrier, and hurled that phone as far into the unlit inky blackness of the empty countryside as I could.Almost as soon as it left my hand I knew I would have trouble contacting my two kids because their numbers were recorded on that phone and nowhere else. I knew I had Sophia Elizabeth’s work number on. The man was a stud, he was taller than Jack, had cropped jet black hair and light green eyes. He was better looking than Jack and I just loved all his tattoos. I wanted to kiss those tattoos, purse my lips and kiss each and every one of them, especially the one on his chest that went down to his navel and below...I shook my head, trying to push the wicked thoughts about Mitch out of my head."Yes or no," Uncle Jack said softly, "Shall I stop now Tiffany?" No," I whispered and I felt my cheeks.